Damian POV
Hearing Talon was probably too far gone was not the news I wanted brought to me. I had sent a group of men to the northern woods of Canada to find him, and out of the eight I had sent, only two came back.
Talon had torn them apart, and according to Ralph—he enjoyed it.
He enjoyed it so much, according to Ralph, he feasted upon the fallen bodies as if he was dining at the table of the gods. A sight I was glad I didn’t have to witness for myself.
No matter what Ralph said… my brother wasn’t a monster.
“Damian, we have a problem,” Angel stated as he quickly entered my office.
“What kind of problem?”
“The kind where Ivy knows about Talon,” he replied with emphasis on her name, stressing the importance of the situation.
“How the fuck does she know anything?” I snapped, seething with anger as my hand slammed down upon my desk. “I made sure everyone knew not to say anything to or around her. I can’t have her upset if things don’t turn out right.”
